| Ramona, come closer
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| Shut softly your watery eyes
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| The pangs of your sadness
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| Will pass as your senses will rise
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| The flowers of the city
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| Though breathlike, get deathlike sometimes
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| And there’s no use in tryin'
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| To deal with the dyin'
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| Though I cannot explain that in lines
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| Your cracked country lips
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| I still wish to kiss
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| As to be by the strength of you skin
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| Your magnetic movements
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| Still capture the minutes I’m in
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| But it grieves my heart, love
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| To see you tryin' to be a part of
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| A world that doesn’t exist
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| It’s all just a dream, babe
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| A vacuum, a scheme, babe
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| That sucks you into feelin' like this
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| I can see that your head
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| Has been twisted and fed
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| With worthless foam from the mouth
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| I can tell you are torn
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| Between stayin' and returnin' on
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| Back to the South
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| You’ve been fooled into thinking
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| The finishin' end is at hand
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| Yet there’s no one to beat you
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| No one to defeat you
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| 'Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad
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| I’ve heard you say many times
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| You’re better than no one
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| And no one is better than you
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| If you really believe that
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| You know you got
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| Nothing to win and nothing to lose
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| From fixtures and forces and friends
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| Your sorrow does stem
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| That hype you and type you
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| Making you feel like
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| You gotta be just like them
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| I’d forever talk to you
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| But soon my words
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| Would turn into a meaningless ring
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| For deep in my heart
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| I know there is no help I can bring
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| Just that everything passes
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| And everything changes
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| Just do what you think that you should do
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| And who knows, maybe
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| Someday, baby
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| I’ll come and be cryin' to you |